Use Me, Darling

Part 65

He wasn't brought up into his room, or the office, or the living. He was brought down into the old basement, where the water was dripping from the walls. Where the warmth of day, never was able to reach. His father had dragged him down the stairs, not caring about the fact, that Tay had lost balance at the first step and was now harshly dragged over the rough stone. Leaving scars and bruises on the frail boy. Ripping open his skin and letting blood stain his cloths. He was thrown into one of the old cells, that he had never actually seen getting used before. He was pushed into a random corner of the cold room with no natural light. Slowly he opened his eyes again, just to see a foot speeding towards him. "You useless piece of shit. You had one job. One. And you still fucked up. You are lucky that Time is so in love with you and still wants to have you, after all the disgusting shit you have done. If I would be the one to choose your punishment, I would sell you to the brothel. Maybe there you would finally properly get your holes shut and would stop jumping on every dick you can find." Again and again he could feel the feed of his father and bodyguards crushing down on him, letting him gasp and cough up blood. Tay felt so dizzy at one point, that he could barely stop himself from throwing up. Instead of the gush of vomit a feeling of numbness lingered upon him, dragging the boy with it until he was left unconscious. Just then the feed stopped and left the small body alone.

As Tay woke up again, he barely was able to fell his body, underneath all the pain he had been in. Someone must had put some bandages around his open wounds, as he could feel fabric sticking to the crusting blood. He was hardly able to keep his eyes open. He only stared at the ceiling unable to move. Tay's thoughts were running wild again. How did everything escalate this quickly. Just a minute ago he had been in the warm and comfortable arms of his lover and now he way laying on the cold pavement in his basement, barely able to stay conscious. In great pain, he managed to turn his head around. Next to him was a bottle of water and some food placed. His father must want him to stay at least alive. But was a live without Vegas in it, really worth living? When would he see his face again, would feel his soft lips touch Tay's skin. He wanted to feel the warmth of Vegas' embrace and the comfort his smell gave him, but all that was far away from him now. Finally, Tay let the tears run down his face. The tears he had suppressed ever since his father ripped his love away from him. He wanted to cry as he left the roof, he wanted to cry as he saw the satisfaction Time felt, he wanted to cry as Kinn screamed at him, he wanted to cry as his father insulted and beat him up. But he couldn't he needed to stay strong. Now there was no one that could say anything. No one that was able to judge him. The tears were running down his cheeks onto the floor, forming a small puddle underneath Tay's head. Soaking trough some of the bandages of his upper body and leaving his wounds to burn even more. What did he do to deserve all this? He had stood up for himself, done what he needed to do for himself, just to end up here. Nearly beaten to death. He hated himself. What if he just wouldn't had left the party that night? What if he never looked for Time that night? Never saw him making out with Porsche friend? What if he had run away after he had screamed at Time that their relationship was over? What if he had looked up and wouldn't had pumped into Vegas? What if he never had gotten onto that motorcycle of his? Would everything be better then? Would he still be together with Time? Would he still let that bastard cheat on him? Would he still turn a blind eye to all the pain Time was causing him and putting up the front of a loving relationship? Or would he had just ended in the same situation. On the floor in his basement, not being able to move?

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O guys if knew what I just wrote for this story. You are going to suffer so much from now on. And I am not really sorry for it. Good luck with all the emotional damage I am going to inflict onto you in the next chapters.